Crafting Something Simple

I’m meandering on my path around my living room, with a cup of tea, thinking of Dad, remembering his big belly laughs.
I set an intention before starting to drink this tea: for gratitude through good.
The tea is decaf black, steeped in a teapot that I found at a thrift shop. Been experimenting with proportions and steep time, and with this brew,
I got it right. I sip from one of the pinch pot cups I made in a pottery class: simple, modest, with a thick creamy glaze. Now that I know my teapot,
I’m ready to have a fellow tea drinker over—I’ll put out a pinch pot cup for each of us . . .
I’m meandering around the living room with my pinch pot tea. “The thing to life,” Dad would say, “is to be content.”

November 9, 2025